Speaking of caritas, got this email today from my friend Sean Moriva, which I’ve gotten his permission to re-publish here. I thought it was wonderful and totally relevant to the current trains of thought I’ve been following. The links embedded are his, and here’s the picture of the home tattoo he gave himself:

So I have been walking around for a few weeks with a pair of boots from vegetarian shoes and if you have white laces, apparently, that means you are a neo-nazi. I don’t put much stock into this, personally, as they are the only shoelaces I had, boots have a lot of islets and I needed long shoelaces.

At any rate, I got new black ones.

At this point, I show them off to my friend, Stab at C-Squat and he starts explaining to me that to have a tattoo where I have it means I am in a gang or the mob, depending.

Because of the nature of my tattoo, I guess that makes me in God’s gang or something. I’ve never really felt myself anymore an agent of God than anyone else, we are all the eyes, ears, voice, and hands of God, but I like the idea of being God’s man. Me and every other zealot too, I guess.

God’s gang.

Anarchists wear black bandannas to identify themselves. They stole this from the train hopping scene. Train Hoppers wear bandannas because of the soot that can get in your lungs when you go through tunnels and the black bandannas are a way to identify each other. Now they use facial tattoos and carharts, among other things (train company logos on patches, ETC)

I guess that nestles into the tribal identity thing we were talking about before too… Plumage.